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9-19-62 Coast Always it has been this way: The zigzag rockline angled with white water and earth, My years also crisscrossed with the sea and mountains. The shadows of peaks distorting the sea in time and place. And I am left to guess at my footing Between dark mountains and the sea, The years race out their staggered graph. Shadows of peaks of some new land Fall massively as canyons on the sand. Rocks without place And groups of years Apear and fall into seascapes [[strikethrough]] Only the landbound can know these [[/strikethrough]] With peninsulas for storms With [[strikethrough]] rain [[/strikethrough]][[?]] forests and vines for algae